Hope: You look so sad. Mommy, Grandpa, Grandma's here. She came to visit.

Brooke: Mom?

Beth: Hello. (Chuckles)

Stephen: Are you all right, Beth?

Beth: Yes, I'm fine. How did you know where to find me?

Brooke: Catherine, our babysitter, called. But don't be upset. She was just
worried.

Beth: Oh, I'm not upset.

Brooke: What brought you here?

Beth: I'm not sure.

Hope: Grandma said she wanted to see me.

Beth: I did. That's right. I wanted to see you right before I left.

Hope: Grandma, I don't want you to leave.

Beth: Oh, sweetheart.

Brooke: You heard her, Mom. None of us want you to leave.

Beth: (Sighs)

Phoebe: I can tell you're still upset that Marcus is Donna's son.

Ridge: It just worries me to hear it from you instead of your sister. I don't
understand her loyalties to this kid. Why would she keep something something
like this from her family?

Phoebe: You think Marcus convinced her to keep his secret?

Ridge: It wasn't just his secret, phoebe. This was Donna's secret. She
brought Marcus into this company. She hid him in plain sight right under dad's
nose. She knew this would be a bad situation for us, for our family. But she
kept it to herself anyway, and that's not like her. That's what worries me.

Marcus: So you're, uh, you're too busy, huh, to figure it out?

Steffy: Figure what out?

Marcus: Hot or cold?

Steffy: No one's made up their mind about you, Marcus.

Marcus: Not even you?

Steffy: I like what I see so far.

Marcus: Huh. You know, maybe you'd like to see more.

Steffy: (Laughs)

Marcus: You know, we could go out again-- that place at the beach.

Steffy: Bikini beach. You like it, huh?

Marcus: Yeah. Company wasn't that bad, either.

Steffy: You'd say.

Marcus: Was it?

Steffy: I had a good time.

Marcus: Me, too. I had a great time.

Katie: Brooke?

Nick: No.

Katie: Oh.

Nick: Oh?

Katie: Uhh, I just-- I wish we'd hear something.

Nick: Hear something about what?

Katie : My mom--she left. She went back to Paris.

Nick: What do you mean, she left? She just got here.

Katie: I know, but she doesn't want to stay. She doesn't want to hurt us.

Nick: Hurt you how?

Katie: (Sighs) Nick, it's so sad.

Nick: What's sad? Tell me. W-what are you talking about?

Katie: She-- she explained to me why she's been so strange lately.

Nick: Okay. Why's she been so strange?

Katie: Apparently she's had a series of small strokes... (sighs) and she
feels like she has the early signs of dementia.

Nick: Oh. I'm sorry.

Katie: I-I tried to tell her that it didn't matter, I--but she feels
obsolete. She feels like she doesn't have anything to offer.

Nick: Right. Well, we know that's not true.

Katie: Of course not. I-I tried to tell her how much we all love her, no
matter what, but she left as soon as I turned my back.

Nick: Well, were did she go?

Katie: I'm assuming the airport. Dad and Brooke are looking for her right
now.

Nick: Well, they'll find her.

Katie: What happens if they do? How do we get through to her? How do we reach
her?

Beth: You don't understand, Brooke.

Brooke: I do. Katie told us.

Beth: Well, then you must realize that--

Brooke: What I realize, Mom, is that you need your family more than ever.

Beth: I don't want to be a burden.

Brooke: You won't be.

Beth: You don't know that.

Brooke: You've spent all these years raising us. Now it's our turn to take
care of you.

Beth: Hey. I am your mother. I do the taking care of around here.

Brooke: No. You have done your share, all these years, until we were grown.

Brooke: (Sighs) Mom, you can come back from this. People recover from strokes
all the time.

Beth: Please, just let me go. I have had a wonderful time. I've seen my girls
again. It's been great. I saw and spent some precious times with your little
girl. And--you know, I can't believe she remembers about the music box. She
knows about it.

Brooke: Of course she does. That was the most precious gift I've gotten from
you in all the years. (Sighs) it still works, you know?

Beth: Yes, I-I saw. You used--you used to sit and play it and watch the
ballerina dance for hours. (Laughs)

Brooke: I remember. (Laughs) (sniffles)

Beth: Oh.

Brooke: And you remember, too, Mom.

Beth: Mm-hmm.

Brooke: You do remember.

Beth: Oh, I... (sniffles) I see you in your little girl, honey.

Brooke: (Sniffles)

Beth: (Laughs)

Brooke: And I see you in her. You can't disappear. We've finally come back
together.

Beth: Brooke, whether I go or not, I'm going to disappear. I have no control
over that. The only thing I can control is whether or not I subject my family to
it, and I wont. I simply won't.

Ridge: I don't like what's going on with Marcus and your sister.

Phoebe: Dad, come on. They're just--they're friends.

Ridge: We don't know anything about this kid. Steffy doesn't either, not
really.

Phoebe: Well, he seems nice.

Ridge: Don't you think it's a little convenient he shows up right when his
mom's gonna marry a very powerful, wealthy guy?

Phoebe: I guess.

Ridge: Thousands of young guys out there, and your sister decides she's gonna
hang out with this one.

Phoebe: Maybe if you leave it alone it'll go away.

Ridge: Yeah, right. What do you think the chances are? No, Phoebe, I can't
leave it alone. I have to do what's best for your sister.

Phoebe: (Sighs)

Marcus: So, um, look, if you don't want to go to that place on the beach, how
about we go bowling?

Steffy: Bowling? Are you serious?

Marcus: Yeah. What, you don't "do" bowling?

Steffy: You think I'm a prima Donna, don't you?

Marcus: No. I just think that bowling's not your thing.

Steffy: Dude, I love bowling.

Marcus: You do?

Steffy: Uh, yeah. I'm pretty good.

Marcus: Mm-hmm. How good?

Steffy: I guess you're gonna have to find out, huh?

Marcus: Oh. Oh, so we're on?

Steffy: Ohh, we're on.

Marcus: Oh, we're on.

Steffy: (Laughs)

Bridget: But, Katie, she is okay?

Katie: Yeah, yeah. I mean, at least she's not on a plane to Paris. Is--is
this always what happens after someone has a stroke? I mean, I there always
memory loss?

Bridget: Katie, we don't know what kind of stroke your mom's had, exactly how
severe or how she's impaired or what kind of treatment she's had, but, you know,
symptoms like dementia are often a result of strokes. And m-memory loss
certainly isn't uncommon.

Katie: Well... (sighs) can't she be helped? I mean, is it gonna get worse?
Because that's what she thinks.

Bridget: I would have to know more about her treatment and her diagnosis. You
know what I could do is call the neurology department at work and have her
scheduled for some tests.

Katie: Oh, my God, if you could do that, that would be great. I-I would so
appreciate it. Thank you.

Bridget: Well, of course, honey, of course. Um, I'll just go make some calls.
And, listen, if there is a way to help your mom, we'll figure it out.

Katie: Okay.

Nick: Well, if there's a good cause, she's on it.

Katie: Yeah, you two have that in common. Thank you. Thank you so much for
bring my mom back to Los Angeles.

Nick: You already thanked me.

Katie: You knew how much I needed her. What we didn't know is how much she
needs us. We never would've known if it weren't for you.

Nick: (Scoffs)

Beth: I should head to the airport.

Brooke: There aren't anymore flights to Paris tonight. I checked.

Beth: Yes, well, my flight leaves in the morning.

Brooke: (Sighs) Then tonight you stay here with me and with your
grandchildren.

Beth: Well, I guess I don't have much choice, do I? (Sighs)

Brooke: I want you here, Mom. Don't you understand? The grandchildren want
you here. You heard hope before.

Beth: Oh, my God, do you have any idea how difficult you are making this for
me? Of course I want to stay with you, but I'm a realist, Brooke. I know how
this turns out. I have seen this tear families apart. I have seen it turn love
into pity and then into resentment. And I don't want that for me, and I
certainly don't want to put you through it.

Stephen: Oh, she's fine. She, uh, wants you to stay in her room with her.

Beth: Oh.

Brooke: I'm still having a hard time convincing Mom that we want her to stay
here with us.

Beth: Oh, please, don't you start in, too, Stephen.

Stephen: Beth, I feel terrible leaving you alone in Paris. If I'd have had
any idea what you were going through, I would--

Beth: But you didn't, and there was nothing you could have done anyway.
Besides, the children needed you.

Stephen: Yes, but you needed me, too. And I wasn't there.

Beth: Well, I won't stay here and become a burden to my family. I cannot live
with that.

Stephen: Beth, you are exhausted. This is no time to make decisions...

Beth: (Sighs)

Stephen: About the rest of your life. There are plans to be made, things to
think about.

Beth: And I am still capable of making those plans. I have made most of them.
I don't need you and the girls to do it for me.

Brooke: Mom... (sighs) our connection is more than just moments from our
past. You nourished me. You carried me for nine months. You gave me life. And
each one of your kids-- they have something from you. Katie has your smile.
Donna has your eyes. Even my children-- they have your warmth, your kindness.
We're all intertwined, bound together forever, no matter how close or how far
apart we are.

Stephen: Beth, you can't imagine how much your daughters love you. Do you
think they would have any peace knowing what you're going through if you're
halfway around the world and alone?

Brooke: Dad's right, Mom. We love you so much. And you could never, ever be a
burden to us. So, please, please, don't cut us out of your life.

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